It is now day 9837592873589745329 of the illness that would not go away. (Actually, I think it's day 10 but who's counting? Oh. Right. Me.)

This is the second week in a row that we can't go to gymboree. I'm losing my mind. Yesterday afternoon we realized I hadn't left the house except for two doctors visits and one drive during naptime over the weekend when I just couldn't stand the house anymore. So..we were brave. The little one hadn't had a messy diaper for four hours, so we went to a Japanese restaurant for a little sushi. Interestingly, the lowercase wanted (and ate) some seaweed salad and tofu with teriyaki sauce. He was eyeing my sushi quite a bit so I got brave and gave him a tiny piece of a tuna roll. He loved it and ate two full adult pieces (ripped up into manageable little baby bites). He kept it in -- no more diapers all night. And for the first time in days I didn't wake up as I cuddled with him from the smell of his diaper. Of course, as soon as I took him to his daddy so I could get ready for the day, the boy had a blowout. And then another after breakfast (which for two days now has been an entire container of banana yogurt and a 4 oz container of applesauce mixed with organic baby oatmeal flakes).

I'm frustrated because we are looking to buy a house (finally!) and of course the only restored victorian in our price range and in the town we'd like to live in had it's open house over the weekend. I'm now terrified that it will sell before we get the chance to make an appointment to see it.